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Saturday, June 28, 2014

"For Me, Not For Thee"

"Hey, kid, c'mere. Aren't you glad your mother didn't have you yanked with a coathanger?"

In the midst of this past week, with the fundraising drive to mitigate our financial circumstances, getting my three ebooks ready for the relaunch, the interview, editing Tatterdemalion, and attending to thousands of details that make up modern life, I neglected to write about the one big story that directly affected my adopted state of Massachusetts. Actually, there were two, the other being Gov Deval Patrick signing into law a bill raising the minimum wage to $11 ph by 2017, which would be the highest in the nation.

But this is about the Supreme Court's recent 9-0 decision to essentially evaporate the 35 foot buffer zone around family planning centers in Massachusetts that were created seven years ago, giving evangelical bozos unrestricted access to women seeking family planning services. What makes this ruling even more depressing is that the so-called liberals on the court, including the three women that make up a third of the High Court, sided with the reliably right wing nut jobs in this issue.

This is the same judicial body, don't forget, that 20 years ago had supported buffer zones around abortion clinics. In fact,

Buffer zones exist in numerous states — the newest, in New Hampshire, takes effect next month and specifies a 25-foot zone — and have often been controversial. Others also have made their way to the Supreme Court.
In 1994, the justices upheld a buffer zone for abortion clinics in Florida. Three years later, they upheld a 15-foot buffer zone around the entrances of abortion facilities in New York state but struck a 15-foot floating zone.

This is the same court that was led by William Rehnquist, don't forget, and had on its bench Scalia, Clarence Thomas and Anthony Kennedy. But having all nine justices agree that the Massachusetts buffer zone that had somewhat protected women from right wing harassment violated the First Amendment (even if they were split as to how) is a huge disappointment.
It ought to be noted the SCOTUS benefits from a rigidly enforced 300 foot buffer zone protecting them from the distant din of protesters of both political stripes, which is perfectly in keeping of right wingers and One Percenters who have no problem not living under the same rules as the rest of us.

A yellow line is painted on the sidewalk and pavement surrounding Planned Parenthood Clinics at 1055 Commonwealth Ave., Boston, Jan. 15, 2014.

It appears as if all nine justices, especially the five right wingers, need a refresher course as to what free speech really means. Thirteen years before the buffer zones were erected, an anti abortion lunatic named John Salvi (who later committed suicide in prison) shot to death 22 year-old Shannon Lowney, who was merely the receptionist who'd opened the doors at a Brookline Planned Parenthood and didn't directly participate in any of the procedures. Salvi and his fellow lunatics had unanimously declared Lowney "Public Enemy #1" and the girl lost her life just for opening a door.
I guess free speech guaranteed by the First Amendment isn't good enough. You have to be able to lay your hands on these women, scream in their faces what murderers they are and to strip them of their last vestige of dignity, safety and privacy (which is what Roe vs Wade was all about) and to even threaten their lives in their insane quest for the sanctity of life. Of course, they pushed before the court a sweet-looking grandmotherly type who bemoaned the fact that she couldn't spread like milk and honey her message of love.
Because these Protestant Pennywhistles knew better than to be repped by another maniac like John Salvi, who was so mentally deranged by the time of his suicide he was convinced liberals were poisoning his food.The Rude One had a pretty good idea a couple of days ago: Since the SCOTUS had essentially abolished buffer zones for women seeking family planning counseling and services, let's troll them at church, starting with their headquarters at their church in nearby Grafton. Let's block their entry into their church, mock them for their Sky Wizard, shove atheist literature in their faces. Because, fuck, tit for fucking tat, as the Rude One would say.
After all, you never see pro-choice folks blowing up churches and killing their docents and priests. Isn't free speech free for everyone and not just one narrow faction so twisted up in intolerance and hatred that they inevitably turn to murder and violence?

Friday, June 27, 2014

Fucking Off at Pottersville

If you have a stats checker as I do, it can give you a rough or limited idea of the internet habits of those who work in the government sector. As I've written of late, I've taken to tracking who comes to Pottersville either through a search engine or, as in yesterday's case, another site to which I've been linked. And sometimes, some of the results have been surprising.
The ones that actually interest me the most are the ones I get from the academic world. I've recently gotten hits, some of them regular readers, from Texas A&M, Iowa State, Rutgers, University of Nebraska, Worcester Polytechnic Institute, Auburn and even some Ivy League universities such as Cornell, Princeton, etc. Naturally, I have no idea how many of these hits are from the faculty and which ones from the student body.
But the second-most interesting hits come from the government itself. Among the hits of late, some by way of Crooks and Liars and the Rude Pundit, are:
The US House of Representatives
NOAA
The DoD Network Information Center (at least three hits a day, probably from a spider bot looking for flagged words)
The Defense Intelligence Agency
NASA
FAA
The National Archives

Really, I guess I should be grateful for any legitimate traffic that comes my way as long as it doesn't come from the CIA, FBI or the NSA. But, c'mon, guys, you're doing the nation's work. At least try to cover your tracks a little better.
Maybe later on, I'll start listing the companies that also come here, like Charles Schwabb, Google and Microsoft...

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Book Promotion

Oh, one more thing before I forget:
Over a month and a half ago, I was interviewed via email by Florida-based thriller novelist and Twitter follower Marcia Meara. Yesterday, the interview went live and, as these past two days have been rather hectic at Casa de Pottersville, I'd neglected to tell you you can find the interview here.
Part of the reason it was so hectic these past couple of days is because I wanted to coordinate the interview with a book promo (or more like a relaunch) I'm doing for all three of my books, American Zen, The Toy Cop and the Misanthrope's Manual. For some reason, I had June 28th on the brain and I thought the interview would go live later than it had so I had to do some fancy footwork and discount all three books in time for the interview.
So, for a limited time (from now to July 31st), my two novels will be on sale on Kindle for $1.99 each and the dictionary will go for .99¢. Considering American Zen is 150,000 words long and The Toy Cop a heftier 175,000 words, that's some pretty inexpensive entertainment. And, at 120 pages, the Misanthrope's Manual would cost far under a penny a page. If you ask me, I think that's a pretty good deal. Also, while I can't do anything about the pricing, physical copies of all three of these books can be had here, here and here if you don't have or like Kindles. I'm currently investigating the possibility of putting them on Smashwords and other platforms.

Cavuto Completely Loses it on Michele Bachmann

There's something morbidly delightful about seeing right wingers eating their own. It brings to mind snake cults like Set, with the snake consuming itself with its tail in its mouth. or Paul Krendler being fed his own brains by Hannibal Lecter. And, to paraphrase the inimitable Egberto Willies, when you've lost Fox "News", you done lost middle 'Murrica.
Mind you, now, this is Neil Cavuto we're talking about here, not some deer-in-the-headlights "liberal" wondering what the fuck he's doing on a Fox sound stage. This isn't Shep Smith or Alan Colmes or The Five's Bob Beckel. This is the creator, says Jon Stewart, of "the Cavuto Mark", the punctuation mark that isn't quite a question mark but nonetheless finds itself shat out the end of an irresponsible inquiry like an interrupted dog turd.
In other words, kiddies, we're not talking about some fire-breathing liberal like Rachel Maddow here.
So, it was with particular glee to be treated to the sight yesterday of Cavuto verbally body slam Michele Bachmann (R-Land of 1000 Lakes and the 1000 Yard Stare) back onto the lame couch from which she'd valiantly tried to struggle. It was all about Jon Boehner's hare-brained scheme to take the President to court over, get this, exercising his presidential prerogative to issue Executive Orders.
You know, those little memos the President sometimes issues, like the 381 President Reagan issued between 1981-1989 and the 291 by Bush II. In fact, the current Chief Executive has handed down fewer Executive Orders than any president in our lifetimes, or 168 in his first five and a half years in office. To put that in more concrete terms, President Reagan created an Executive Order about once a week, whereas President Obama averages an Executive Order about once every 11 days.
Not exactly the kind of unilateral decision-making process one would come to expect from a Banana Republic strong man the Republicans have been trying to paint him as since 2009 (Like the one FDR was when he'd issued 3522 during his 12 years in office).
Undeterred, the House Speaker will sally forth with his lawsuit and he'll, uh, let us know exactly which laws the President has broken. Yeah, there's that pesky little matter first. The Republican House leadership is absolutely convinced Mr. Obama has violated the Constitution somehow. We know it in our guts. We just don't know precisely how he'd done it. But a lawsuit feels right.
Into the fray sails Michele Bachmann, fully expecting to be lobbed one helpful underhanded softball after another by Neil Cavuto and instead found herself the target of a batting practice pitching machine set to 200 mph.
Cavuto started out by asking Bachmann what the GOP is thinking in taking the president to court for exercising his presidential prerogatives when there were so many bigger things in this country to fix (Obviously, repealing ObamaCare was on the tip of his tongue but he chose not to go there). Bachmann began her usual blathering, conflating this with that, looking like a frustrated circus chimp trying to pound a square peg into a round hole in a laboratory.
By the end of this four minute segment, Cavuto was so exasperated with Bachmann, he was practically screaming like a banshee with its tit caught in a wringer and said twice, "ROME IS BURNING."
Which, of course, it is.
Cavuto didn't go as far as claiming this was a partisan exercise, some substitute for leadership by way of Republican Kabuki Theater just before an unusually important midterm in which the President's entire agenda both foreign and domestic is on the line and non-Nate Silvers have been unctuously and confidently prognosticating for months the GOP will take both chambers despite a 7% Congressional approval rating.
Poor Michele the Merciless didn't know what hit her and Cavuto laid into her with one body and head shot after another, not letting Bachmann finish her typically vapid talking points. Even better, it was delivered with a viciousness you'll never see from the ladylike Ms. Maddow or the more measured and methodical Lawrence O'Donnell.
This was Fox "News", since 1996 the cheerleader for the GOP. And now poor pompom-waving bastards like Neil Cavuto has to deal with the teabagger Frankensteins they largely help create now that they're staggering into the Arctic wasteland and dragging America with them. By the end of the segment, this was essentially what we were seeing:

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Bury the Hachette and Jeff Bezos, While We're at it

Those of you who've stuck with me since the beginning of this blog in July 2008 are well aware this is mainly a political/social blog and not one dedicated to the publishing business (I had a blog for that but it never took off). But I often do write about the unimaginable evil in today's corporations in this 21st century of ours. And the standoff between the Hachette Book Group and Amazon.com is something that strikes near and dear to my heart because as well as being a political/social commentator, I'm also an independent author.
Now, for those of you who are aware of things taking place during my so-called writing career (although it may be fairer to say, what's not going on in it), you'll know at least the abstracts of how I feel about Amazon. I loathe and despise Amazon.com with a screaming, unholy passion despite them publishing three of my books. Their crappy Kindle platform is purely a mercenary operation, one of a two-pronged attempt (the other being the even crappier Create Space) to corner the publishing aspect of the book business, since they've already essentially cornered the distribution and online sales market. When they publish my or your books, they're not doing you any favors. You're merely an afterthought, an ancillary concern at best.
So, when I'd read about their ongoing war with the Hachette Book Group and at how they're essentially sabotaging their ability to sell their titles on Amazon's monopolistic website, I almost yawned. For years now, Amazon's been using their bully pulpit to strongarm publishers into giving the deep-cutting discounts they feel they deserve and have come to expect. But in this particular case, Amazon's been showing how nasty they truly are:
Essentially, they're demanding Hachette has to buy early ordering buttons and timely shipping times through those discounts they're demanding, discounts that are so drastic, they're noticeably impacting on Hachette's bottom line. And until Hachette heels to, the early order buttons will stay gone, shipping times will be artificially delayed and customers will be given incredibly inappropriate recommendations by other publishers, i.e. Hachette's competitors. The next step, obviously, a hole card they've used in the past, is to disappear their entire catalog altogether.
Amazon's public position is, "Readers love the deeply discounted books and we're doing this for them!" In reality, it's nothing as Altrustically noble as that, just a PR fig leaf intended to position themselves as the good guys, the poor victims (although it's hard to see how Amazon reasonably expected anyone to see their monopoly as a victim in anything). In fact, it's quite the contrary, something Ayn Rand would've publicly applauded. Because Amazon's private position is, "There are plenty of fish in the sea (meaning publishers) and while we may be hurting our bottom line a little bit, we're hurting their bottom line a lot more."
It's kind of like allowing yourself to suffer a non-fatal gunshot wound in order to kill the bad guy behind them with a head shot.
Except, while I have no love nor loyalty for them, Hachette's not the bad guy here. Being a corporate entity, they're just looking out for their bottom line like any other company. Hachette's not the monopoly thumbing its nose at antitrust laws and allowed to run afoul of them while the impotent Federal Trade Commission looks on. The business of business is business, as I always say, and what's so bad about a corporation such as Hachette Book Group wanting to maintain a fair profit margin?
But Amazon is doing more than just that. Their goal, obviously, is to own and control everything, including, as I'd said above, the sales, distribution and publication of books. Maintaining a healthy bottom line isn't nearly enough. In fact, when you get as big as Amazon, it's just the beginning. And it isn't enough that you succeed. Everyone else must fail or get bought out.
So, this is old hat. or you would think. You baseball fans out there may remember the MLB strike 20 years ago in which Montreal's bid for the World Series and the late Tony Gwynn's chase for a .400 batting average were cut short when billionaires went to war with millionaires and fans were caught in the middle. While we may have eventually sided with the players, there wasn't much sympathy to be had for either from Joe Lunchpail.
Ergo, in some ways, we're seeing the same here: Billionaire Jeff Bezos, taking a break from playing the bored rich man salvaging shipwrecks from his luxury ocean liner, is waging war on the millionaire executives at the Hachette Book Group and Grand Central Publishing, with readers, typically, caught in the middle.
And what brought me into the fray, albeit briefly, is a question someone had asked yesterday. In a particularly condescending piece of tripe from Melville House, Dennis Johnson asked, Should Self-Published authors side with Hachette?
My short answer is, Why should we? We don't have a dog in the fight and since when do the Powers That Be in the publishing world give a flying rat fuck what we think?
The real answer, the long one, is more nuanced and deserves some unpacking.
First off, the indie author reading this piece is tempted to hit the backspace button when Johnson says (emphasis mine),

It’s bittersweet stuff, but hermost recent column— regarding theHachette – Amazonstandoff — is, to this publisher, not only notably insightful, but dares to say things publishing commentators have been understandably timid to discuss. That is, she has the nerve to discuss the role of the so-called “independent writers” — and to depict them as perhaps independent only of reason.

Excuse me? Vanity Press? Amazon's Kindle and Create Space programs are a lot of things but "vanity presses" (aka subsidy publishers) aren't among them. Same goes for Kobo, Smashwords, LuLu and other outlets for indie authors.
Writers, especially we independent authors, are like human schefflera or ficus plants- We can and will endure and perhaps even thrive even if we're neglected. Technically, whether we're talking desk top publishing or self publication through a corporate entity such as Amazon.com (Which, again, is no friend of yours whether you're a reader, author, employee or publisher. Its only friends are their top executives and shareholders), we're all micropublishers trying to put our product and brand out there like so many microbrewers.
And while Miller may be incidentally correct in saying some indie writers hate traditional publishing with a vengeance, it's the height of arrogance to assume and to tell us that all indie authors loath tradpub. That's simply not true and I'm one case. Just as virtually every rock'n'roll group's goal is to sign with a legit record label, the ultimate goal of virtually any independent author is to sign with a traditional publisher. Regardless of what some may say outwardly, they still yearn to be part of the establishment.
So, fuck you, Ms. Miller, but you don't speak for us all.
No more than Amazon speaks for all its authors and customers. Even if Amazon hadn't banned me for life across all their domains, I'd still revile them with a burning passion just based on their treatment of their own customers, authors both trad and indie, their temp workers all the way up to the Five Big Houses. Amazon's cynically using their customers (We, the Readers) and Hachette
authors as human shields much in the same way the GOP uses workers,
veterans and unemployed workers as a way to cudgel the Democrats, in a
despicable and transparent show of fake empathy.
When Amazon bleats its usual corporate spiel about forcing lower wholesale prices from publishers so we can pass on the savings to you, the customer, I hear Wal-Mart almost in the foreground. Isn't that how Wal-Mart became the top retailer in the world and the #1 private employer in the nation? By having sweat shops make cheaper and cheaper goods, paying their workers poverty wages and passing the savings onto you, the customer?
And look at how reviled Wal-Mart is now.
So when will it be Amazon's turn?
Look, traditional publishers like Hachette don't give a fuck what you have to say or if you take their side in this latest millionaire vs billionaire battle. If they actually gave two shits about you, they'd be looking at or publishing your Great American Novel.
But they don't give a shit because you're just angry, frustrated, second rate scum to them and they will never even invite you to the kiddie table.
But publishers are still honestly trying to learn how to strike a deal that works best for all parties concerned in what is still, 18 years after Amazon's founding, a very volatile and Protean business. While consolidation and mergers are a reality of the business and always will be until all print publishing is just one gigantic conglomerate while the FTC continues impotently looking on, they are not the monopoly. Amazon is and they are the Wal-Mart of the online retail world.
People like Miller are telling us indie authors we should cynically support traditional publishing even if only because their higher prices make our work look more desirable, at least as far as price points go. But that's not going to happen until and unless readers as independent as independent writers are willing to dive headfirst into the slush pile that traditional publishers nor literary agencies dare not tread and to start seriously separating the wheat from the chaff and supporting those worthy of support.
And that necessarily involves skeeving both traditional publishing and Amazon.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Hitting the Wall

Well, I guess this is it, then.
It won't even be worth putting the air conditioner in the bedroom window because, barring a miracle, it looks as if we'll be evicted during the summer.
I'm sorry I was such a burden and a constant aggravation to my regular and former readers as well as the one-timers who surf in once and leave. It seems if I stay in any one person's life long enough, I wind up alienating them for a bewilderingly eclectic variety of reasons. Why should the political blogosphere of which I've been a part for going on a decade be any exception?
Yesterday, I'd made a direct appeal to 129 current and former contributors to Pottersville over the years whom I thought would be the likeliest to help us out this month. With one exception, everyone had ignored my plea. The public appeals I've been making here and on Twitter this past week have hardly been more successful. And it seems we've lost our second, and final, big benefactor, someone who's been more than generous with us these past couple of years. And, without that particular person, we are truly screwed.
So it looks as if we've finally hit that dreaded wall. It's not as if I didn't know this day would come. It's a miracle that people hadn't turned their backs on us sooner. And you have to try to understand how much I'd cringe inwardly, if not outwardly, every time I'd made a public or private appeal. I know what it's like: My middling acts of charity in the past have earned me more begs from those same organizations as well as having my contact information sold to other charity organizations so it seems as if I've been put on everyone's hit list. Feeding stray dogs and all.
But I would not have been such a pain in the ass if I didn't have a fiancee and a cat to worry about. The prospect of living in a shelter is one no one ever relishes. I know- I've been there twice before. But even if there was a shelter in our locality (and there isn't), I still have Popeye to worry about. I know of nobody who can take him in.
I defy you to tell me you would've done things differently if you were in my place, if you had someone completely dependent on you to satisfy their every need because you said over five years ago that you could do it then failed to establish self-sufficiency.
Neither Mrs. JP nor I lost our last jobs through any fault of our own. We didn't want to live on food stamps these past three plus years nor have our applications for the Affordable Care Act get lost in a bureaucratic maze of paperwork months after submitting them. And it's not our fault we're both in our mid-late 50's and that no one in this youth-obsessed country wants to hire people our age.
Yet, regardless of my having a girlfriend and a cat to care for and the tremendous pressure I live with day in and day out to keep this household running and viable, to keep the lights and gas on, food in the pantry, the car on the road, keeping a roof over our heads, I still haven't the right to make my problems yours.
And for that, you have my deepest and most profound apologies. These past five plus years, applications and resumes have been dropping into the black hole of apathy and ageism. I haven't sold a single copy of any of my books in over a month. Literary agents and editors still treat me as if I'm a gnat in their ear and I've finally reached the point where I can say with absolute authority that I am now officially expendable and I've reached the end of my value to anybody and anything like a once-used Kleenex.
I don't know how this happened. Piss poor prior planning, as Mrs. JP says, doesn't explain it all because who knew we'd live in a country where once a person hits 50 they stand virtually zero chance of getting a job or that credit background checks would become standard in the hiring process? My Dad told me years ago if I worked hard and paid cash for everything and didn't live beyond my means, I'd be OK and I believed him. Why shouldn't I have? He was my Dad.
As contentious as our relationship has been these past 34 years or so, I began thinking about what had happened to him in the early 90's, when Digital had laid him off. He'd been with them for 15 years then got fired after rising to the level of Project Manager. He'd put 20 honorable years in the USAF then went right to work for DEC. He'd done everything he was supposed to do, was trained to do, and he got a swift kick in the ass when Ken Olsen decided to call it quits and sell out to Intel.
Then, in an inverse revelation in that Harry Chapin song, I realized I'd turned into my father. We were both failures and after playing by the rules that had been drummed into our heads when we were young men. So I wrote to him last year and told him that. He didn't answer me back, of course, but I still wanted to let him know that he'd sent me out into the world in 1978 with sound ideas and advice. It's the world that's no longer sound.
So, bottom line, I don't know where we'll end up after this summer but where ever that is and if I never find my way online again, please know that I have each and every one of you in my thoughts (some a little more than others and you know who you are). I am so sorry to have to been a burden on you these past five years. And I wouldn't have too regularly dumped my problems in your laps if I didn't have extraordinary responsibilities to others to fulfill with so little to honor them with.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Top 10 Suggestions That Should be Made by the North Carolina Black Advisory Board

Yesterday, the Republican National Committee announced it was forming a Black Advisory Board in North Carolina. Chairman Reince Priebus said, “We are fortunate to have this accomplished group of leaders to help guide our engagement efforts in North Carolina. Their knowledge and roots in black communities across the state will be invaluable as we share our message of empowerment and expanding access to the American Dream.” However, just last February, that same state passed one of the most restrictive voter ID laws in the nation in light of the Supreme Court essentially gutting the Voting Rights Act of 1965, a law that seems to target African American voters. Once the Black Advisory Board is formed, what are some of the suggestions they can put to the RNC?

1) Return of a civics test may be counterproductive when it's shown Tea Party voters will get the lowest scores.
(Editor's note: Mrs.
JP and I are not out of the woods, yet, and still need some assistance
to help keep us indoors through the summer. Please consider donating
what you can.)

Friday, June 20, 2014

I've Hit the Big Time. Yay?

Every now and then, I like to look through my hit counter's stats and see where my hits come from. I've noticed lately that I get a middling number of hits from universities (Auburn, U of So Cal, Cornell, Princeton, etc), and one regular reader from the DoD Network Information Center, whatever the hell that is. But one caught my eye tonight and it's this one:
So I looked up the IP address 143.231.249.138 in an attempt to see whose staffer read my blog. I was hoping for a Democrat but my heart sank into my stomach when I did a Google search and found the following 2009 Wikinews entry on its history:

Following those discoveries, Wikinews investigated another IP address used by the U.S. House of Representatives. On April 30, 2009, the address 143.231.249.138 made an edit that listed Devin Nunes, the representative for California's 21st congressional district, as being a member of the Nazi Party.
The address also made less questionable edits, but after investigating
further, it was discovered that the IP address removed critical
information on April 29 from the article of Gregory Meeks, the representative for New York's 6th congressional district. The information removed was related to a column by the the New York Times which stated that Meeks initially supported former 2008 presidential candidate Hillary Clinton over Barack Obama in the race for the White House.
According to the Times, Meeks changed his support to Obama because he
was part of "a young black political class [which was] seeking to assert
the neighborhood’s power against what it sees as an older
establishment, based in Harlem, that has long exercised disproportionate influence in New York City."
The address 143.231.249.138 was also responsible for adding highly biased statements to articles related to abortion. On March 16, 2009 it altered the Wikipedia article Crisis pregnancy center,
adding that the centers were "abortion mills, which exist only to kill
people, also present themselves as medical facilities." On March 20, the
IP changed the Project Rachel
article to include, "millions of women have deep regrets and, often,
suffer psychological problems after undergoing an abortion--a fact the
abortion industry and mass media will not admit." 143.231.249.141 also
added racial slurs and references to gay pedophilia into William A. Donohue's
article in February, saying he has "participated in the controversial
act of 'tabeling', in which he takes a small child, places him upon a
table, and 'puts the lord inside him.'"

It doesn't make any sense that anyone from the US House, or even one of their staffers, would be so concerned about the rantings of a Z list blogger like me. But just in case you notice shit start to go missing or things changed or stuff posted that you know I'd never say, please alert me because, whoever's using that IP address, 5 will get you 10 it's a right winger or their staffer.

Joe Walsh Has His Legs Cut Out From Under Him

Joe Walsh represents everything that's wrong with right wing media and, by logical extension, our entire mainstream media.
Walsh, you may remember, got his ass kicked by a legless lady named Tammy Duckworth last Election Day after serving just one term. He made the mistake of pulling a Saxby Chambliss and impugning the sacrifice made by a war veteran and accused his opponent of using her disability for pity and political advantage. Then he had the chutzpah to try to have his child support payments lowered for losing his job "through no fault of (his) own."
Obviously, it's been lost on Walsh that comments during his mercifully brief time in Congress like the one above conclusively prove that he was, indeed, responsible for losing the best job he ever had and ever will have. In less than the allotted 140 characters, Walsh, in a supreme show of self pity, effortlessly manages to offend native Americans, African Americans, Latinos, Christians and Appalachians. That, you have to admit, is masterful concision and resourcefulness in managing to insult such a cross-section of Americana.
Unfortunately for Deadbeat Joe, it also offended the radio station that will decide at 5 today whether or not to fire Walsh. As of this minute, AM560 still has Walsh's smirking puss on their website's masthead but that could change in a heartbeat. If you stay on their index page long enough, you'll note they also air content from other right wing nut jobs like Sean Hannity, Bill Bennett, Dennis Miller and Dennis Prager. Even so, given their content, it's hard to see what made Walsh so attractive to AM560,in the first place.
To put it in a nutshell, Walsh got thrown off the air during his own show yesterday after he began weighing in on the recent Washington Redskins controversy. He apparently thought that was a good excuse to use the N word and other racially offensive sobriquets. He apparently also thought he wasn't on the usual five second delay that's standard in the radio business, a self-inhibiting mechanism protecting radio outlets from running afoul of FCC regulations.
Walsh began wondering why his show went to commercial breaks every time he tried to use the N word and was finally told by the station's management to cool it or they'd pull him off. Joe Walsh, being Joe Walsh did what Joe Walsh typically does and thought the rules didn't apply to him and kept using the N word and others. (His Twitter feed, listed here, is a priceless real time account of what happened yesterday.)
You would think that AM560 would do the right thing, even if only out of concern for their market share, ratings, air time value and the bottom lines of their investors, they'll decide on doing the right thing and do to Walsh what Illinois' 8th district did in 2012 and that will be the end of that.
But this is the KKK portion of the conservative movement we're talking about here, a faction that seems to infest the entire movement since a black guy got elected and reelected president. And there's a new movement that's apparently rallying around Walsh and his "free speech rights" that only protects him from the federal government's encroachment. Yes, ironically,Walsh is getting more support from fellow right wing nut jobs than he ever gave his own kids.
You'd think AM560 knew what they were getting into even before they hired Walsh, considering his track record when meeting with his own constituents and endlesscontentiousexchanges with the media that, against all rhyme or reason, AM560 made him a part. And, if not then, then they should've gotten a clue last August when he "celebrated" the 50th anniversary of Dr. King's March on Washington and essentially rewrote Dr. King's "I Have a Dream" speech, saying black families needed to get it together.
Which is audacious, considering his ex-wife sued him for over $117,000 in back child support that took a back seat to paying himself back $35,000 for campaign finance expenses.
And yet, despite the nakedly racist content of Walsh's statements, the MSM remain silent about this and the story is confined to Twitter and little-read blogs such as this one. We keep treating these mounting examples of antebellum racism as isolated incidents and not of a piece, such as Hannity former BFF Cliven Bundy's ideas on slavery and black people on public assistance.
Walsh thinks he should be allowed use words extremely offensive to minorities because, after all, the Washington Redskins' name is offensive and that's allowed. What some in the MSM need to explain to Walsh is that the word "redskin" cannot be equated with the others because there's no such team as the New York Niggers or the San Diego Spics. There's no equivalency.
And until the mainstream media grows a fucking set and starts challenging, seriously challenging racist scumbag loser deadbeats like Walsh, then the Civil Rights struggle will never end

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Twenty Bucks, Same as in Town

You do it, I do it, we all do it. What have you been up to?

When both Harry Reid and Megyn Kelly of Fox both call you on your bullshit within 24 hours of each other, you know you're on the wrong side of history. But just try telling that to Dick & Liz, who both smugly sat on their fat asses and troweled out the same 12 year-old talking points. And, to paraphrase Lyndon Johnson on Walter Cronkite, If you're a Republican and have lost Megyn Kelly, you've lost 'Murrica.
The Burning Platform is a blog to which I've linked for years, one of those you put on your blogroll then forget about in the rush. Big mistake. Whilst looking for suitable links for this also neglected feature, I went to TBP and found this wonderfully erudite and exceptionally well-written post that transcends mere blogging or ranting. It's about Eric Cantor's stunning loss, the cyclicality of history and how it never proceeds linearly and... Oh, hell, read it for yourself. There's a reason this guy gets a ton of comments and it ain't for writing, "Heh, indeedy" seven times a week.
The Rude Pundit is like the Mariano Rivera of bloggers: You know what you're gonna get every single time but that cutter still surprises you. Except Lee Papa is funnier than the Panamanian closer and he proves it and his sophistication once again in yesterday's deathless purple prose, "Father and Daughter Cheney Can Go Suck a Dick." OK, it may not make Henry James proud but it makes me proud to be a liberal.
It inevitably follows, since he follows the Rude One on my Must See blogroll that I read him after TRP. But d r i f t g l a s s has a new one out that may set a new bar for him. Sir Drifty is like a cross between The Burning Platform and the Rude Pundit and you get the best of both worlds. His prose is kind of like, as the insufferably snotty French guy said of the French language in The Matrix, "wiping your ass with silk." Go and be thou educated in this masterful dissection of the various levels of delusion in the conservative agenda. Sounds as if marriage to Bluegal agrees with him and his muse.Charles Pierce. XL Pipeline. Go. Now. (Extra bonus: Make note of Pierce's little Easter Egg of a URL.)
Well, now that she's established some credibility with liberals by Jolly Rogering Big Dick Cheney and offspring, perhaps Megyn Kelly will finally get her blonde, well-coiffed head out her ass and build on this newfound, clear-eyed... Oooh, shit! Damn you, Glenn Beck, damn you to hell!
Still, the lady has her moments and we can hope, right?
Just in case Avedon Carol and I missed any wingnuttery (as is always the case, since there's always a surfeit of it in America), fellow Bay Stater Echidne of the Snakes has her own digest.
Finally, something hitting closer to home or what will be our home for less than two and a half months, barring a miracle. Imagine how much it would suck getting evicted from your home of over five years, with no shelter in sight. Now, add a disabled fiancee and a beloved cat to the mix, throw in a few homeless spikes and the uniquely American criminalization of indigence. I'd made a passing reference to it at the end of last night's post but that plea has resulted in just one small donation that would pay half my monthly auto insurance premiums. So, please, if you have any spare cash, Mrs. JP and I would immensely appreciate a hand since spending summer indoors is looking more and more problematic.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Assclowns of the Week #99: Dr. Strangehate edition

...or How The GOP Learned to Love ISIS and the Bomb.
Well, I guess it was only to be expected (By that, I don't mean Iraq turning into dog shit again at the hands of Sunni extremists, which was to be expected) but the black guy getting all the blame for Iraq's newest quagmire after Bush had been praised by the man above for ending the war in 2011. Yes, Republicans finally found a new scandal not named Benghazi to hang on Obama's neck like a greasy, half-plucked albatross and it's Iraq.
So, Iraq imploding two and a half years after we pulled the last of our fighting forces is also the president's fault since he's loath to send troops back there and the GOP is longingly looking back to the good old days when soldiers were short-changed on armor while war profiteers filled lockers with American loot. And good luck getting the military behind another Iraq War after our lovable conservative-Americans recently shortchanged them on VA benefits, facilities and financial assistance.
And, as expected, assclowns from hill and dale made the grade for reasons other than Iraq, such as rabid leprechaun Jeff Sessions (6) saying that VA funding for vets is a blank check we can't afford; The MSM (4), for calling in arsonists for advice on how to put out a fire; Rick Perry (10), for saying you can Just Say No to homosexuality and Big Dick Cheney (2) for criticizing the black guy for a war that white men started.
So let's pile into the MRAP and review the crater-pocked landscape and this week's assclowns who created it and much, much more!

10) Rick Perry

Leave it to a Republican to equate homosexuality with alcoholism.
Last week, Texas governor Rick Perry took a break from shooting coyotes and threatening to secede from the union to go public and told the San Francisco Chronicle,

Whether or not you feel compelled to follow a particular lifestyle or not, you have the ability to decide not to do that. I may have the genetic coding that I’m inclined to be an alcoholic, but I have the desire not to do that, and I look at the homosexual issue the same way."

Meaning that if his wet-brained predecessor can find his way back up from the bottom of a bottle, well then, any Nancy boy can work his way back up from someone's bottom. It's just a matter of just saying No. Later, when pressed again if he believed in the efficacy of the long-discredited theory of anti-gay therapy officially embraced by the Texas GOP this spring, Perry said, "I don't know. I ain't no scientist." He then begged off from further questions, saying his head hurt.

9) John McCain

The biggest secret on Capitol Hill has nothing to do with national security but in keeping Matlock's cancellation from John McCain. Because Arizona's senior senator seems to be having a bit of a problem in deciding which position to take on anything. After saying for years that we should close Gitmo, he's now saying the Obama administration should've turned over Benghazi attack mastermind Ahmed Abu Khatallah to... Gitmo! That would be the same Guantanamo Bay the president had vowed to close and tried to before Republicans blocked the funding necessary for the closing costs.
And now, McCain is calling for a renewal of hostilities since ISIS, an ultra radical al Qaeda offshoot comprised of Syrian and Iraqi rebels... wait a minute... Syrian rebels?!

Lest we forget the GOP's earlier stance on the Syrian rebels terrorists now running roughshod over Iraq and that they were screaming Obama should have armed, I give you this blast from the past.
Yeah, Johnny boy, let's keep everything on the table, starting with your resignation from the US Senate and the human race.

8) The Hertog Foundation

Commissioning convicted felon Scooter Libby and Paul Wolfowitz to conduct a five day class entitled, "The War in Iraq: A Study in Decision-Making" would be akin to Timothy McVeigh being invited to appear on This Old House.
Yeah, you heard that right. The Hertog Foundation, another well-oiled right wing think tank (Look at who their biggest donor is, if you don't believe me) thought it would be a splendiferous idea if they plucked from obscurity two of the biggest criminals (one of them literally a convicted criminal) from the Bush crime family and have them bloviate for five days straight about the shockingly brilliant decisions that Serious White Men made for Iraq, that shining bastion of democracy in the Middle East.
To add to the bathos of having Paul "It'll Cost Only a Billion, Tops!" Wolfowitz and Scooter "Psst, She's a Secret Agent!" Libby, Hertog then had to plaster on their announcement the pusses of George "Mushroom Cloud" Bush, Dick "They'll Greet Us as Liberators" Cheney and an incompetent general who couldn't keep it in his pants.

7) Allen West

Allen West must lie awake in bed at night consumed with jealousy at Michael Jackson being able to turn his skin white or racking what passes for his brain for ways to join the KKK. I say this because the older Allen West gets, the more he resembles Stephen, the self-loathing conspiratorial house nigger in Django Unchained. After months of screaming about the Obama administration throwing one distraction from Benghazi after another in the face of America, when that same administration carried out a bloodless arrest of the Benghazi mastermind, what did West do?
Why, he pulled a Palin and tweeted from his tiny balcony his displeasure that arresting said terrorist was a... distraction from the other nightmares! Whatever they may be. But, really, in all fairness, instead of getting all up in arms over what powerless right wing morons like Sarah Palin and Allen West say, we should be more concerned about what real power brokers like ALEC are doing to our country within the tall grass.

6) Jeff Sessions

Imagine if Paula Deen and the Lucky Charms leprechaun had a love child. Well, it would be Senator Jefferson Beauregard Sessions. But this time, it isn't Sessions' infamous racism that earns him inclusion in this august list but his refusal to vote for a relief bill that would speed up meeting the health care needs of veterans that were delayed by the recent VA boondoggle that saw the resignation of General Eric Shinseki. And when the bill was still up for debate (it passed, by the way), Sessions, one of just three senators to vote against the bill, had the nerve to say,

I feel strongly we’ve got to do the right thing for our veterans. But I don’t think we should create a blank check, an unlimited entitlement program, now.

You heard that right. The Lucky Charms leprechaun's evil twin actually called a veterans' health care bill "an entitlement program". This, of course, was coming from a war-loving little troll who voted for every appropriations bill designed to bloat the military industrial complex that amounted to, essentially, an endless series of blank checks costing the taxpayer far, far more than the VA relief bill will.
Climb back under your mushroom, Jeff, and make sure it's a poisonous one.

Whenever my parents fight, my dad threatens my mom with his gun. Fortunately, this now means nothing to my mom, and she never goes nuts about it; she is very calm. But as a child, I get nervous and worried when this happens. Even my younger brother saw this incident. What should we do about it and him?

Predictably, something stupid and senile fell out of his mouth right out of the gate.

Well, again, you don’t want to get your father busted, but you could. You ought to go to your mother and say, ‘Mom, this thing is scaring me, and I ask you please to get my father to have some help.’”

So, the moral of the story, kiddo, is: If you see Daddy screaming and waving a gun and threatening Mommy, think about his reputation and second amendment gun rights (Ask Joe the Plumber). After all, Mom's already been desensitized to domestic violence, therefore, you should be, too. Just keep it in the family. It's always better that way. Let CSI sort it all out later.

4) The Mainstream Media

It would be so easy to devote this spot exclusively to Fox, which has done more than its fair share to piss in the airways over Benghazi and the unrest in Iraq. After all, just today, Fox invited NFL analyst and fellow right wing nut bag Terry Bradshaw to weigh in on Benghazi and they've also brought into their sound stages the very same people who created the clusterfucks in both places. But then these opinions began metastasizing across channels and pretty soon Billy was foaming at the mouth on MSNBC and saying we should send tens of thousands of our men and women into Iraq, CNN, right after Fox, grabbed the former Viceroy of Iraq, Paul "Dude, Where's Your $8.8 Billion?" Bremer, in which he promptly put both his Timberland boots in his mouth by, you guessed it, blaming Obama for Iraq's current instability and bloodshed.
Seriously, between the op-ed pieces, TV and radio spots and other blatherings by these so-called "experts" on Iraq, the mainstream media, unsurprisingly, drops the ball yet again by asking the arsonist how to put out the fire.

3) Eric Cantor

Hey, lame duck House Majority Leader Eric Cantor! You just got your Speaker of the House ambitions dashed in the most humiliating primary defeat in perhaps all American history! What will you do now?
You got it: Blame the nigger.
Ray Allen, Cantor's campaign manager and the assclown who personally commissioned an internal poll showing Cantor beating Dave Brat by 34 points, had a handy explanation for his boy's loss. Did he blame himself for his historic incompetence in failing to secure another term for his boss when they'd outspent his Teabagger opponent by 15 to one? Of course not! It's Obama's and the Democrat Party's fault. I suppose it was also the President's fault for only 8.8% of the district coming out to vote that night (4.9% voted for Brat, meaning over 95% of the district didn't care enough for him to come out to vote for him).

So, yeah, there's that. Even though very few Democrats came out to vote that night in VA-7 and even though Obama's never given a word of support for Democrat Jack Trammell (who is being essentially left to twist in the wind by the craven DNC) and certainly not for Teabagger lunatic Dave Brat. And blaming Obama for this, as right wing hind leg chewers have done over Benghazi and Iraq, is as futile as blaming the Irish locked in steerage for the captain steering the Titanic into the iceberg.

2) Dick and Liz Cheney

Not since Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor have we seen hubristic preening from a pair named Dick and Liz on such an insufferable level. And while Dick Cheney snarls at Obama over Iraq, W's painting nude selfies of himself, giving you an idea of who was REALLY in charge between '01-'09.
To spare you needless psychic pain, you can just not read it and take it on good faith it can be boiled down to three words: "It's Obama's fault." Of course, missing from the record is Cheney's "former" company Halliburton making nearly $40 billion from the Iraq war (over five times more than the #2 war profiteer), there were no WMD's ever found and that every one of the shifting reasons for the invasion and decade-long occupation of Iraq was long ago proven to be a hole-y haversack full of dog shit.
But, hey, what's not to trust? This is coming from a five time draft dodger who shot his friend in the face then covered it up for a day before he could get his story straight. And Liz? Well, she's got to stay occupied somehow since her Senate candidacy went belly up even faster than Iraq's "democracy."

1) George Will

Where there's a Will, there's a wacko.

Last June 8th, George Will published a column in the WaPo that has to be read to be believed, one entitled, "Colleges Become the Victims of Progressivism." The entire article is offensive in the extreme, with Will snuffling about how rape reports in our colleges and universities are overblown and the usual libertarian bullshit about how government shouldn't get too involved with stuff like that. For good measure, the right wing Poindexter also pulls out of his withered, pasty ass so-called statistics from the right wing American Enterprise Institute. But, right out of the gate, in the opening paragraph, Will says (emphasis mine),

Colleges and universities are being educated by Washington and are finding the experience excruciating. They are learning that when they say campus victimizations are ubiquitous (“micro-aggressions,” often not discernible to the untutored eye, are everywhere), and that when they make victimhood a coveted status that confers privileges, victims proliferate.

Now, Will may have won a Pulitzer back when disco balls and pet rocks were all the rage (My theory is that he takes random words out of a Scrabble dictionary, places them randomly on a blank page then goes back and fills in the gaps) but Will using the terrifying ordeal of rape as a dead fish with which to slap liberalism's face is bottomlessly despicable. Equally heinous is his cherry-picking of certain documented complaints of highly ambiguous guilt that were designed to make rape culture as a whole look harmless and overblown and victimhood something rape victims retroactively covet (basically comingthisclose to equating rape victims with people filing a frivolous tort lawsuit against a corporation). And, to an intellectual fraudster like Will, the Obama administration shouldn't be making any inroads at all toward protecting our young women. No doubt, to Will, we should adopt the conservative alternative, which is to do nothing at all or redefine rape.

Or maybe make this fat fuck our national spokesman on what college women like Sandra Fluke really need. Seriously, from now on, George ought to restrict his public pronouncements to baseball or bunny lint sculptures.

(Editor's note: After this month, summer's looking more and more dicey for Mrs. JP and me and, pending any new donations, we're literally two and a half months away from eviction. So any help you could give us would be immensely appreciated. Thanks in advance.)

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Good Times at Pottersville, 6/11/14

Tea Party Like It's 1899

Right about now on Capitol Hill, if politicians are true to form, they're silently removing Eric Cantor's number from their Rolodexes and contact lists. Paul Ryan's curling bar bells in a gym somewhere trying to think of a way to plausibly deny he ever met Cantor and John Boehner has already gotten an early start on his day's drinking.
That's what politicians on both sides of the aisle do when one of their own is suddenly in the white hot sodium lights of a juicy scandal or abruptly lose an election or, in Eric Cantor's case, his party's primary. Congress critters are suddenly unavailable, you have to leave messages or get sent straight to voice mail and, politically, you're a leper.
House Majority Leader Eric Cantor lost his primary last night in Virginia's 7th district to a Teabagger named Dave Brat, a political virgin with a war chest of just $200,000 whom Cantor had outspent 12-1 and outraised 26-1 (Cantor spent more at steak houses than Brat did in his entire campaign). According to an internal poll, Cantor was supposed to beat Brat by 34 points but wound up losing by 11 (55.5-44.5%), meaning Cantor's peoples' projection was nearly 50% off (One wonders, considering the skewed math, if the pollsters were Karl Rove, Dick Morris and William Kristol). In losing the Republican primary, Cantor because the first House Majority Leader since 1899 to lose a primary (It ought to be remembered the position wasn't created until 1899, meaning Cantor's the first to fall in a primary).
Technically, it isn't over, yet. Cantor could run as an independent like Joe Lieberman when he lost the Democratic Senate primary to Ned Lamont in 2006 or legally change his name to Cesar Chavez or pose as a black man like one Republican had the chutzpah to do in a black voting district (and won). Of course, running under any other banner in Virginia's notoriously insane 7th district would fly about as well as him running on a New Black Panther ticket under the name Willie Horton.
So, for all intents and purposes, Eric Cantor has the unfortunate distinction of being the man who coined the term "lame duck House Majority Leader." And, as proof of what a political nonentity Dave Brat is, the news isn't so much that he won but that Eric Cantor, against all political reason, against all the math and against all historical precedent, lost. Corporate cash once again (As Mitt Romney, Newt Gingrich, Linda McMahon, Carly Fiorina and Meg Whitman had learned) lost big. And we're all left asking ourselves, "Who the hell is Dave Brat?"

Putting the "Riot" in "Patriot."

The former future House Speaker, who until last night was licking his chops and rubbing his hands at the thought of Speaker John Boehner retiring this year or being forced into rehab, suffered possibly the most stinging loss in American political history and without even a Macaca moment on Youtube. Eric Ivan Cantor thought he was doing all the right things good Republicans were supposed to do: He voted against embassy security funds, questioned Hillary Clinton when she said doing so would hurt US security, he voted to shut down the government, refused to deal in good faith with the President in 2011 and personally scuttled a debt ceiling compromise that would've avoided a downgrade to our credit rating.

In short, Cantor was like a hit man you see in independent B movies, someone who'd faithfully done his damnedest to destroy lives only to find his employers had put a hit on him because he'd just become a liability. Cantor's mistake, in retrospect, was to give some tepid support to the Grand Bargain Obama had struck with the House leadership regarding immigration only to turn his back on it and vote against anything with even the slightest whiff of amnesty. In other words, the man who had done more damage to America, including indirectly getting four Americans killed in Benghazi, than his predecessor Tom DeLay, was essentially voted out of office last night for being too liberal.

By the final leg of the primary cycle, both Cantor and Brat, an economics professor, were accusing each other of being liberal stooges and all that was needed was for both men to propose chaining an anchor to every one of our nation's 11,000,000 undocumented immigrants and to drop them down the Mariana Trench. But that long-established history of Republican buttfuckery wasn't good enough to the good patriots of Virginia's 7th district. Cantor's pretense of briefly supporting immigration amnesty made him so reviled among the teabaggers that, if Dave Brat hadn't run, they still would've elected a potato with a picture of Ronald Reagan thumb-tacked to it.

But Dave Brat had stepped into the breach, a David with a tricorner hat taking on Goliath in some Quixotic quest, tilting at wind farms and spouting free market principles that cannot possibly be beneficial in any way, shape and form in even the slightest degree to the largely working class people who make up any Tea Party chapter. Essentially, it was a case of, Anyone's better than you, the same mindset that let a professional chair-warmer like Robert Gates effortlessly slip into the Pentagon in the wake of Rumsfeld's resignation.

And Dave Brat, the very definition of a political nonentity, will be just another freshman teabagger in the House. Someone else will be elected House Majority Leader, perhaps even someone not as conspiratorial and harmful to the national interests as Cantor had been. The Tea Party had made mistakes before: Witness Allen West and Joe Walsh, who both got thrown out of office last year after snarling at anyone and everyone for two short years.

Dave Brat will likely suffer the same fate at the hands of infamously unforgiving and nonconciliatory Teabaggers whose memories, fears, paranoia and hatred for anything fair and democratic (such as their handing the primary to one of their own in a fair and democratic process) is longer than their actual knowledge of the issues and who really stands to lose when Teabaggers get elected to Congress.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Natural Born Cop Killers

According to NBC Los Angeles correspondent Gadi Schwartz's Twitter account, this is the couple that had killed two Las Vegas police officers and an armed Wal-Mart shopper and their names are Jerad Miller and his wife Amanda.
Perhaps we shouldn't be looking too deeply into their cosplaying since they were erstwhile street performers who often went out dressed as the Joker and Harley Quinn.
What we should be looking more deeply into is their association with neonazism and white supremacy groups. According to the Washington Post, after ambushing two officers having lunch at a pizzeria, the Millers draped Gadsden flags over their bodies before marching to the local Wal-Mart and killing a customer with a gun before Amanda shot her husband before turning the gun on herself. Just before they opened fire on the officers, they shouted, "This is the beginning of the revolution!"
What's most notable to me is that just before their rampage, they'd bragged to neighbors that they'd spent time on the Bundy Ranch. You know, the same place in which snipers sighted down on federal officers with complete impunity. Apparently, according to their neighbors, when they came back from Bundy's ranch, they were more radicalized than ever.
There are several things to take away from this revelation.
One, we have to wonder when law enforcement will finally wake up and realize these right wing zealots are the real problem and not liberal Occupy protesters and college students.
Two, we have to realize this racist, antigovernment behavior and mindset is rapidly becoming the mainstream and that when these lunatics gather in large groups (as at the Bundy ranch), they have a tendency to radicalize each other. Insanity and hysteria, as history informs us time and again, is contagious. We are no further away from being susceptible to the herd mentality as our prehistoric ancestors.
Three, right wing media (and, yes, Roger Ailes, I'm looking in your direction) certainly need to start owning up to this baseless hysteria they keep whipping up by stoking fears that Obama will take away your guns and turning into folk heroes racists who are simply too selfish to pay their taxes and refuse to recognize the existence of the government.
When children grow up in a family, they instinctively seek cracks and weaknesses in what should be the united front of parents. When they see one parent's authority being undermined (especially when it's the father's), children will exploit that chink in the armor and begin by testing boundaries, questioning the values of one parent or another and, finally, engage in open rebellion.
Teabaggers, racists, gun nuts, tax cheats and other miscreants are, mentally, like children. As I told a fellow liberal a couple of days ago at our town's annual festival, you can fix ignorance. We do it every day through our public school system (a favorite perennial target of right wingers for budget cuts, privatization, charter schools and programs that merely teach to the test). What you can't fix is willful ignorance and when these peoples' fears are stoked and validated through a gigantic megaphone such as Fox "News" and CNN, then it gives these intellectually stunted people the illusion of consensus.
And when abortion doctor killers are glorified by Bill O'Reilly and homegrown terrorists sighting down on federal cops are glorified by Sean Hannity, it gives these maniacs the idea that if they don't like the rules put in place for the common good, then it's OK. Add to the propaganda campaign the Republican Party and the NRA that strenuously blocks any attempt at meaningful gun control legislation.
And law enforcement has got to realize that they are the enemy, the ones that are killing their own. Not peaceful Occupy protesters or students at a sit down protest or innocent black people or hippies growing medical marijuana or people calling for medical assistance and seeing their special needs loved ones shot to death or law-abiding citizens who committed the unpardonable sin of occupying the wrong house during a no-knock drug raid.
The Tea Party, the NRA, irresponsible right wing media and the clearly insane 5th Columnists they help elect to our infamously dysfunctional Congress are the enemies. And until law enforcement and the criminal justice system across this country come to that realization, they will be derelict in their responsibilities to the common good. There will be more people like the Millers to contend with and more officers and judges will be shot dead while they miscast their baleful glare at harmless, law-abiding folk.